The basic life cycle of paper
Monday, April 23, 2012
Day 3
Today I will be made into a dollar bill. Im going to be printed by the Bureau of Engraving and Printing in Washington, D.C. I am put through engraving and printing. The next thing I remember was being in a cash register at Dollar General. It was dark and claustrophobic in there. I heard a customer checking out her items. The cashier opened the register and pulled me out. I was placed in the customers hand. She walked out to her car, which was an old beat up 1972 Gran Torino that looked as if it was about to fall apart at any given time.The lady placed me in her wallet. I could barely breathe in there, and the old lady had strong perfume on. I heard her open her car door, and she put me and her purse down on the passenger side of her car. The car wreaked. I could tell this was going to be a journey.
Day 2
Today I was transformed into a notebook. I was stuck in a printing shop all day, getting lines attached to me. Then after that, I had to get spirals stabbed inside me to hold all my pieces of paper together. I then spent the night in a shipping truck, packed with all other notebooks. I made some friends. That morning we were stacked on shelves in Staples. Some of my friends stayed with me, while the others we had to say goodbye to. I heard it was back to school time, so I knew that my friends and I wouldn't be there for long. The next day a herd of parents and their children stormed to the isle we were in. Notebooks were taken so fast, I had no time to say goodbye to any friends. That night I was the last on the shelf. It was lonely.
Day 1
Today was a rough day. For the last 30 years, I was part of a tree in the woods in New Egypt, New Jersey. I was taken from my home today and was put into the long, painful process of becoming paper. I had to say goodbye to all my friends. I was transported to a company where i was rinsed and cleaned, then turned into small woodchips. The pulping process was painful. I was turned into mush. I was then smooshed and dried out. I later became paper.
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